brick upon brick

Building a future, building ourselves
just something to fill the time
a creation that Marx would define necessary
But we no longer just use our hands
It takes intelligence and cunning
a certain bravado, supressed with charm
It takes drive and stamina
purpose and desire
Fatigue, torpidity
they sqaunder even the most hopeful of dreamers
because dreams weren't built in one night
aspirations fail to motivate many.
They are the gritty, the determined
who put their heads down in the dirt
and uproariously lift, with the smalls of their backs
the breadth of their shoulders
with the gait of their posterior,
to lay just one brick upon one brick
upon many bricks
He builds carefully and resolutely
to fill his absolute threshold for potential
perpetuously persuing his entire effort
to ensure the best outcome his wits can produce.
Cretins surround
especially the prosperous
be wary of their precarious nature
for their pronounced presence
will distort even the most genuine.
Building up himself
before anyone else
Give nothing to these soul-suckers
they will only steal your resources
and leave nothing in return
Live harmoniously between
self and isolation
Build your own house of brick
support your hard work
poured into every millimeter of clay
and supply yourself with satisfaction
the kind that never fades with time
the sort that provides its own fulfillment

The success that seems to build itself

brick upon brick